Post by emmi on Mar 9, 2011 16:37:52 GMT -5
CAN WE PRETEND
that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars i could
really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now
that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars i could
really use a wish right now wish right now wish right now
Emerlian De Florian*
Emerlian was born of a Rohan lady mother and an elf father approximately twenty seasons before the war for the ring.. Orphaned as a mere toddler, she was found on the Rohirrum plains soaked in blood and impaled to the saddle of her fathers horse.
Carrying only a signal of her mothers house, she soon identified as the daughter of the missing Lady Arrandrella who had been presumed dead for five long years. Upon her recovery from her wounds, she was taken in by her families noble house but could answer no questions of her former life as the blow she'd taken to the head had wiped her memory.
Delighted by the return of his sisters blood, the uncle decided not to question it to closely and began to assist her in placement in his home.
Unfortunately, that was only the start of all her troubles as she was soon discovered to be an "unnatural" child who would not be held to a woman's station. Her true love was horses and her gift that she could tame even the wildest stead on the plains. Her family soon gave up trying to cage her and she trained as hard and as valiantly as any male in the Kings Calvary.
She gave her uncle more than his fair share of grey hairs, to say the least.
What she lacked in strength, she made up in unbelievable agility and grace. With a slender, almost delicate build, she could perform maneuvers on horseback that others could only dream off and she became adapt in the art of stealthy spying. This earned her more than a few grumbles from the ranks for although their women were expert horseman too, Emmi's skills rivaled those of even the most accomplished horsemen among them. Her ability to communicate with them made more than a few uneasy and left the young girl feeling more like an outsider than anything else.
(OK, some of this is deliberately vague because this is a charrie I've had for a long time and will develop as she's in play. Shes very unique but her past will come to light in the future and if the Admin needs more info, I'd be glad to supply it to them.)
)I COULD USE A
dream or a genie or a wish to go back to a place much simpler
than this cause after all the partyin' the smashin' and crashin'
than this cause after all the partyin' the smashin' and crashin'
hey there. so my name is Emerilian. i also play hopefully Eowyn. i happen to be female and i've blown out twenty five seasons of candles. if you want to contact me, no sweat. just spinnslide@live.com me! but check me out in action. I would like my character to be half elf/half human and he/she hails from Rohan. My final last words are adited by admin!
thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you
One week. Seven days since she’d been brought to this compound and since she’d been locked in these rooms. Granted, some of that time had been spent learning deliciously naughty things from her big bad wolf but still… One week was long enough for one Marissa Abigail Skye to grow extremely bored. And everyone knew that a bored Rissa was like a time bomb just waiting to explode. Oh, to be honest, the little witch tried to stay out of trouble. She really, truly did. The last thing she wanted to do was get eaten by the beast her lover turned into when he was angry but …. Well… There was the BOREDOM.
That pesky thing wore away at her until she forgot her fear of her captor’s wrath and began poking around in the various trunks he left lying in his suite. It wasn’t so much that she was being snoopy… It was just that she often times found herself at loose ends and the temptation to peek was simply to much for a curious witch to resist. Forget the cat.. Curiosity killed the witch.
Keeping one careful eye on the door, the pretty blond currently sat in front of a huge chest and held what looked to be a very old and very rare manuscript. It was just one of the many prizes she’d found in the chest and even now couldn’t believe she’d actually seen. She felt a bit like Aladdin in the cave of treasures but it was the book she now opened that truly held her attention.
The moment she’d touched it, she could practically feel the magic it held come to life. Drawn as if by a power she had yet to understand, she traced the parchment inside the leather binding and knew it to be hundreds if not thousands of years old. The language was something akin to latin but the symbols drawn were strange and unique. If she’d had to guess, she would have said that they were druid in origin… Maybe even older than that.
Carefully turning the pages, the witch frowned over the writing and then frowned some more as one passage caught her attention. Leaning over the book, she squinted her emerald eyes and painstakingly worked her way through the words aloud. As she did so, a tingle started at the base of her spine and several times, she stopped her work to look around and make sure she was still alone. Assured of her privacy, she would immediately go back to work and mutter her way through the section.
Once she had all the right connotations, Rissa sat back and gazed at it thoughtfully. It was a spell of the Fae? What on earth? Weren’t’ the Fae supposed to be only myth? How on earth had Corbin come to be in possession of such a thing? She couldn’t quiet make out the jest of the meaning but it seemed to be some sort of protection incantation. Biting her bottom lip, she considered for a moment and then got to her feet and moved to the table where she and her beast had been eating. Since the spell called for the blood of the invoker, she set the manuscript on the table and then picked up a small, wicked looking dagger.
Sending another glance at the rickety closed door, Rissa debated for a moment more and then leaned over the book again. Saying the words with more clarity than before, she carefully made her way through the summoning and then raised the blade to pierce her own palm. No sooner had she done this and the first drop of her blood hit the page than a sharp explosion of magic rocked the room and blew the woman back to sit on her haunches in the dirt.
Fearful that the others in the compound would have felt the tremor, Marissa looked first through the billowing dust to the door. When no one immediately flung it open and demanded to know what she was doing, she breathed a sigh of relief and raised a hand to push back her mop of wild blond curls.
Turning her attention forward again, she was looking at the ground getting ready to push herself to her feet when she realized that a set of very long.. very SHARP claws where standing not three feet from her own suddenly tiny limbs.
Forgetting to breath, she allowed her green gaze to travel along those claws, up a scaly pair of legs, over a massive chest and to a set of burning red eyes that hovered over an elongated snot with razor sharp teeth.
“BLOODY HELL!” she muttered, crab crawling back as she registered that her spell hadn’t summoned protection… It had summoned a bloody freaking DRAGON! “THIS IS SO NOT HAPPENING!”
Cocking its wide head at the being on the ground, the lizard looking reptile clicked its talons and then raised one to itch its nose. As it did so, a burst of flame flew out and it growled. Its bright gaze narrowed and it seemed to almost huff in indignation as it prowled forward and eyed the woman with curiosity.
“What is it you require of me, Mistress?” it hissed out in a deep, rumbling cadence.
Staring at the creature, Rissa took in its huge frame and then blinked at its question. Risking a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure she was the only one in the room still, she quit crawling backwards and tilted her head to look up at the “thing”.
“Mistress?” she squeaked out.
Frowning, the dragon glared down at her.
“Are you not the fae that summoned me?”
Confused, Marissa shook her head.
“Ummm… I’m not fae but.. I might have… accidently… summoned you… See… Um… I didn’t realize that that spell was actually for…. I thought it was for protection…”
Huffing, the creature flicked its tail and sat back on its haunchs. Its red eyes glowed as it disdainfully picked at its teeth with a claw.
“Only one with Fae blood can summon me… Therefore, you are Fae. As for protection, I am an otherworld guardian. The spell you cast calls one of my lineage into being so that we might “protect” the one who summons us. “
Turning its gaze to the rooms around them, the dragon rose once more and began to sniff at the various articals laying around. At the bed, it snuffed and then reared back with a disgusted face.
“There is a shifter here… Is that why you called me forth? You wish me to eat the dog? I haven’t had a good wolf in ages…”
Blinking, Marissa forgot her fear and jumped to her feet.
“YOU WILL NOT EAT CORBIN!” she ordered the creature. “In no way, shape or form shall you harm him…OH GOD!! WHAT HAVE I DONE!” she finished on a cry.
Shrugging, the dragon went back to investigating its new quarters.
"God didn't have anything to do with it, nymph."
Rushing back to the book, Marissa frantically tried to find a return spell.
“If I brought you to reality, I should be able to send you back….”
Snorting, the dragon rolled its eyes and then headed back for her. Since it took up a good half of the room, it didn’t have far to go.
“There is no rescinding spell, Mistress. I am yours until you cross over into the Ever After. By your own blood you have sealed the pact and now have me as a familiar.” It said in obtuse satisfaction.
Groaning, Rissa glanced over her shoulder at it and jumped when she came face to snoot with the thing.
“OH Curse me back to the turn…. Can’t you take a smaller shape or something? I can’t bloody think with you looming over me!”
Shrugging, the dragon thought for a moment and then began to shrink. Drawing a breath of relief when it suddenly became the size of a large dog, the witch stared at it and then remembered something it had said. Yelping, she eyed it and blurted out.
“And what did you mean when you said I had Fae blood? I can tell you that there is no such thing in my family! There’s no such thing as Fairies! And.. DID YOU CALL ME A NYMPH? I AM NO BLOODY NYMPH!”
Rolling its eyes, the creature used a back leg to scratch its ear and then laid down. It looked so funny laying there that Rissa had to blink a few times to assure herself this wasn’t just some weird dream she was having.
"If you say so, baby cakes. You modern day mortals are so mundane in your thinking. Its no wonder the otherworlder's prefer to hide their existence."
Gasping, the witch closed her eyes and hoped this was some sort of insanity.
“That explosion really knocked me out, didn’t it? I’m laying unconscious on the floor over there and this is just a bad nightmare, right?” she asked the “mirage” hopefully.
When it shook its head and gave a snort that blew fire out and set one of Corbin’s prize furs on fire, she gulped in resignation and quickly batted the flame out.
“Sorry to disappoint you there, cupcake… Hate to break your disillusionment but you have fae blood or I wouldn’t be here now. Best get used to it. Don’t know how you survived this long without realizing your true self.”
Unable to stand of her own accord any longer, Marissa dropped down in a nearby chair and stared at her new charge with disbelief. She had really done it this time. Corbin was going to eat her for sure. Not only had she snooped through things that didn’t belong to her, she’d managed to unlock fae magic and now was in possession of a sarcastic witted dragon familiar. Oh Happy Happy Joy Joy. She was a dead woman. Er... dead nymph if the dragon was to be believed.
“I don’t suppose you can.. hide or something? I really REALLY don’t want Corbin to see you.”
Rolling its eyes, the dragon eyed her caustically and then went back to picking its teeth.
“You got anything to eat here? I’m hungry. Being summoned takes a lot of energy. Don’t suppose you have an extra wolf or two laying around you wouldn’t miss?”
Wanting to cry, the witch put her head in her hands and then heard the sound of a loud snarl from somewhere in the compound. Panicked, she looked up and glared at the creature.
“CORBINS COMING!!! YOU HAVE TO HIDE… NOW! AND NO EATING ANYTHING!!”
Huffing, the dragon glowered at her hard and then began to shift once more. Before she could blink, it had disappeared and something hot wrapped around one of her ears. Reaching up, she gasped when she felt a silver object encircling her ear. Rushing to the huge mirror by the bed, she stared into the glass to find a brilliant dragon shaped ornament hugging the whole of the appendage.
“Fine, Mistress… But your wolf will sense me. I reserve the right to eat him if he threatens you.. That is my duty.”
Hissing as steps sounded outside the room, the witch turned to look at the door and plastered on an what she hoped was an innocent look. Oh yeah.. She was definitely dead this time. She didn't think her not knowing about her fae blood was going to appease him. How on earth was she going to get him to believe that she'd had no idea what she had been doing? She'd only been hoping for a simple PROTECTION spell! Protection she'd gotten but simple was not even in the ball park.
That pesky thing wore away at her until she forgot her fear of her captor’s wrath and began poking around in the various trunks he left lying in his suite. It wasn’t so much that she was being snoopy… It was just that she often times found herself at loose ends and the temptation to peek was simply to much for a curious witch to resist. Forget the cat.. Curiosity killed the witch.
Keeping one careful eye on the door, the pretty blond currently sat in front of a huge chest and held what looked to be a very old and very rare manuscript. It was just one of the many prizes she’d found in the chest and even now couldn’t believe she’d actually seen. She felt a bit like Aladdin in the cave of treasures but it was the book she now opened that truly held her attention.
The moment she’d touched it, she could practically feel the magic it held come to life. Drawn as if by a power she had yet to understand, she traced the parchment inside the leather binding and knew it to be hundreds if not thousands of years old. The language was something akin to latin but the symbols drawn were strange and unique. If she’d had to guess, she would have said that they were druid in origin… Maybe even older than that.
Carefully turning the pages, the witch frowned over the writing and then frowned some more as one passage caught her attention. Leaning over the book, she squinted her emerald eyes and painstakingly worked her way through the words aloud. As she did so, a tingle started at the base of her spine and several times, she stopped her work to look around and make sure she was still alone. Assured of her privacy, she would immediately go back to work and mutter her way through the section.
Once she had all the right connotations, Rissa sat back and gazed at it thoughtfully. It was a spell of the Fae? What on earth? Weren’t’ the Fae supposed to be only myth? How on earth had Corbin come to be in possession of such a thing? She couldn’t quiet make out the jest of the meaning but it seemed to be some sort of protection incantation. Biting her bottom lip, she considered for a moment and then got to her feet and moved to the table where she and her beast had been eating. Since the spell called for the blood of the invoker, she set the manuscript on the table and then picked up a small, wicked looking dagger.
Sending another glance at the rickety closed door, Rissa debated for a moment more and then leaned over the book again. Saying the words with more clarity than before, she carefully made her way through the summoning and then raised the blade to pierce her own palm. No sooner had she done this and the first drop of her blood hit the page than a sharp explosion of magic rocked the room and blew the woman back to sit on her haunches in the dirt.
Fearful that the others in the compound would have felt the tremor, Marissa looked first through the billowing dust to the door. When no one immediately flung it open and demanded to know what she was doing, she breathed a sigh of relief and raised a hand to push back her mop of wild blond curls.
Turning her attention forward again, she was looking at the ground getting ready to push herself to her feet when she realized that a set of very long.. very SHARP claws where standing not three feet from her own suddenly tiny limbs.
Forgetting to breath, she allowed her green gaze to travel along those claws, up a scaly pair of legs, over a massive chest and to a set of burning red eyes that hovered over an elongated snot with razor sharp teeth.
“BLOODY HELL!” she muttered, crab crawling back as she registered that her spell hadn’t summoned protection… It had summoned a bloody freaking DRAGON! “THIS IS SO NOT HAPPENING!”
Cocking its wide head at the being on the ground, the lizard looking reptile clicked its talons and then raised one to itch its nose. As it did so, a burst of flame flew out and it growled. Its bright gaze narrowed and it seemed to almost huff in indignation as it prowled forward and eyed the woman with curiosity.
“What is it you require of me, Mistress?” it hissed out in a deep, rumbling cadence.
Staring at the creature, Rissa took in its huge frame and then blinked at its question. Risking a quick glance over her shoulder to make sure she was the only one in the room still, she quit crawling backwards and tilted her head to look up at the “thing”.
“Mistress?” she squeaked out.
Frowning, the dragon glared down at her.
“Are you not the fae that summoned me?”
Confused, Marissa shook her head.
“Ummm… I’m not fae but.. I might have… accidently… summoned you… See… Um… I didn’t realize that that spell was actually for…. I thought it was for protection…”
Huffing, the creature flicked its tail and sat back on its haunchs. Its red eyes glowed as it disdainfully picked at its teeth with a claw.
“Only one with Fae blood can summon me… Therefore, you are Fae. As for protection, I am an otherworld guardian. The spell you cast calls one of my lineage into being so that we might “protect” the one who summons us. “
Turning its gaze to the rooms around them, the dragon rose once more and began to sniff at the various articals laying around. At the bed, it snuffed and then reared back with a disgusted face.
“There is a shifter here… Is that why you called me forth? You wish me to eat the dog? I haven’t had a good wolf in ages…”
Blinking, Marissa forgot her fear and jumped to her feet.
“YOU WILL NOT EAT CORBIN!” she ordered the creature. “In no way, shape or form shall you harm him…OH GOD!! WHAT HAVE I DONE!” she finished on a cry.
Shrugging, the dragon went back to investigating its new quarters.
"God didn't have anything to do with it, nymph."
Rushing back to the book, Marissa frantically tried to find a return spell.
“If I brought you to reality, I should be able to send you back….”
Snorting, the dragon rolled its eyes and then headed back for her. Since it took up a good half of the room, it didn’t have far to go.
“There is no rescinding spell, Mistress. I am yours until you cross over into the Ever After. By your own blood you have sealed the pact and now have me as a familiar.” It said in obtuse satisfaction.
Groaning, Rissa glanced over her shoulder at it and jumped when she came face to snoot with the thing.
“OH Curse me back to the turn…. Can’t you take a smaller shape or something? I can’t bloody think with you looming over me!”
Shrugging, the dragon thought for a moment and then began to shrink. Drawing a breath of relief when it suddenly became the size of a large dog, the witch stared at it and then remembered something it had said. Yelping, she eyed it and blurted out.
“And what did you mean when you said I had Fae blood? I can tell you that there is no such thing in my family! There’s no such thing as Fairies! And.. DID YOU CALL ME A NYMPH? I AM NO BLOODY NYMPH!”
Rolling its eyes, the creature used a back leg to scratch its ear and then laid down. It looked so funny laying there that Rissa had to blink a few times to assure herself this wasn’t just some weird dream she was having.
"If you say so, baby cakes. You modern day mortals are so mundane in your thinking. Its no wonder the otherworlder's prefer to hide their existence."
Gasping, the witch closed her eyes and hoped this was some sort of insanity.
“That explosion really knocked me out, didn’t it? I’m laying unconscious on the floor over there and this is just a bad nightmare, right?” she asked the “mirage” hopefully.
When it shook its head and gave a snort that blew fire out and set one of Corbin’s prize furs on fire, she gulped in resignation and quickly batted the flame out.
“Sorry to disappoint you there, cupcake… Hate to break your disillusionment but you have fae blood or I wouldn’t be here now. Best get used to it. Don’t know how you survived this long without realizing your true self.”
Unable to stand of her own accord any longer, Marissa dropped down in a nearby chair and stared at her new charge with disbelief. She had really done it this time. Corbin was going to eat her for sure. Not only had she snooped through things that didn’t belong to her, she’d managed to unlock fae magic and now was in possession of a sarcastic witted dragon familiar. Oh Happy Happy Joy Joy. She was a dead woman. Er... dead nymph if the dragon was to be believed.
“I don’t suppose you can.. hide or something? I really REALLY don’t want Corbin to see you.”
Rolling its eyes, the dragon eyed her caustically and then went back to picking its teeth.
“You got anything to eat here? I’m hungry. Being summoned takes a lot of energy. Don’t suppose you have an extra wolf or two laying around you wouldn’t miss?”
Wanting to cry, the witch put her head in her hands and then heard the sound of a loud snarl from somewhere in the compound. Panicked, she looked up and glared at the creature.
“CORBINS COMING!!! YOU HAVE TO HIDE… NOW! AND NO EATING ANYTHING!!”
Huffing, the dragon glowered at her hard and then began to shift once more. Before she could blink, it had disappeared and something hot wrapped around one of her ears. Reaching up, she gasped when she felt a silver object encircling her ear. Rushing to the huge mirror by the bed, she stared into the glass to find a brilliant dragon shaped ornament hugging the whole of the appendage.
“Fine, Mistress… But your wolf will sense me. I reserve the right to eat him if he threatens you.. That is my duty.”
Hissing as steps sounded outside the room, the witch turned to look at the door and plastered on an what she hoped was an innocent look. Oh yeah.. She was definitely dead this time. She didn't think her not knowing about her fae blood was going to appease him. How on earth was she going to get him to believe that she'd had no idea what she had been doing? She'd only been hoping for a simple PROTECTION spell! Protection she'd gotten but simple was not even in the ball park.
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